Master Of None - Chapter 104 - 104. Training

In the last life, Lin Yu Tong chose to fly with Shen Jun for his own happiness, whereby he ended up creating an irreparable regret for a lifetime. However, such a contribution has not been able to exchange the happiness of a lifetime. Shen was derailed and Lin Yu Tong had an accident.

This article is also known as: “Mr. Gu’s name is really fragrant”
“After chasing people, you will know the pain of chasing people”
“The male god who was licked by me, he came after him”
【Received perspective】
It is said that licking a dog until the end leaves nothing.
He didn’t believe it, and pursued Gu Ze relentlessly for twelve years.
Not only did he chase farther and farther, but he also returned to before liberation.
He was born again.
After being reborn, he learned from the painful experience and decided to give up Gu Ze and focus on his career.
【Attack angle】
For that Qi Zhaohan who has been chasing after him for twelve years.
He really has nothing to say, he can’t be provoked but he can hide it.
But because of an accident, he was born again.
It’s good to be reborn, keep the distance as soon as possible, and don’t give him a chance to entangle me.
But why did my heart beat faster when I saw him later?
“Even if I jump from here, I won’t like Qi Zhaohan!”
“It’s delicious.”
small theater
Gu: “Give me a chance to be a dog lick, okay?”
Qi: “I’m sorry Mr. Gu, I’m cold-tempered.”
Gu: “It’s okay, I’m sexually passionate, we are a perfect match.”
Qi: “…”
[Highlight] Will not abuse, will not abuse, will not abuse, Qi Xiaohan will come back to enjoy the blessings in this life. I abused you and hit me!
[1] This is a pure and refreshing article, whether it is career or love!
【2】Qi Xiaohan will never procrastinate if he decides to stop, he is a decisive person!
【3】Double Life
【Notice! 】The angle of attack will be abused! After all, chasing Qi crematorium! !
True Fragrance Theater

Before
Mr. Gu: Reborn, I have to stay away from Qi Zhaohan, don’t let him fall in love with me again this time.
after
Mr. Gu: Xiaohan always treats me flirtatiously? what should I do? Waiting online, very urgent!
——
Confession
Before
Mr. Gu: I don’t like you, you deserve better people, can’t we be friends?
after
Mr. Gu: Xiaohan always refuses to agree to my confession, and even wants to draw a line with me…
——
＜3＞A suitor appeared beside Qi Zhaohan
Before
Mr. Gu (relieved): I hope the two can be together.
after
Mr. Gu (as if facing an enemy): There is always a rival in love coveting my daughter-in-law.

Conception: Break free from meaningless feelings and move towards a better life.
Content tags: strong, rebirth, inspirational life, cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Zhaohan Gu Ze|Supporting role: Tao Shuran Wei Lifeng|Others: True Fragrance, Chasing Wife Crematorium

- Description from novelbuddy

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel*

Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her.

“Master Ian!” She called.

Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?”

“Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance.

“Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.”

His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.”

He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.”

Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.